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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.