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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Rakim,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.