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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.