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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.