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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
This Heat,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.