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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.