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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.