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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.