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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toasters to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.