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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.