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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.