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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.