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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.