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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.