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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.