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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.