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 China and from Spokane.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.