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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.