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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Brick,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.