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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Ronan,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.