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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.