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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.