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 Mali 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.