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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.