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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.