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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.