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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Excepter,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.