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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.