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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.