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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.