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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.