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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Motorama,
Urselle,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.