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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.