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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Skaos,
Nas,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.