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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.