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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.