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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.