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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.