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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.