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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.