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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.