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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.