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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.