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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.