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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.