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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.