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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Swans,
AZ,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.