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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Magma,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.