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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.