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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.