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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Japan,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.