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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.