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 India 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.