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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.