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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.