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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.