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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.