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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.