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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.