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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.