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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.