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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Index,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.