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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.