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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Gong,
PIL,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.