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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.