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 Iran and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.