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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Slave,
Infiniti,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.