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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.