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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.