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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.