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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.