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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.