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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.