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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
June of 44,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.