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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.