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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.