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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.