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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.