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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
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.