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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.