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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.