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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.