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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Skriet,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.