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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.