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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Inner City,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.