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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.