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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
UT,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.