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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.