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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.