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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.