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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.