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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.