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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
UT,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.