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 Iceland and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.