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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.