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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.