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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.