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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.