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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mantronix,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.