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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ten City 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
MC5,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.