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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.