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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.