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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.