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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.