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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Faust,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.