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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.