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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.