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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.