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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.