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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.