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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.