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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Simply Red,
New Order,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.