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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.