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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.