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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.