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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.