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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.