Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Inner City,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.