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 Bologna.
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 Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.