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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.