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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.