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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.