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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.