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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.