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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Newcleus 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.