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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 New York and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.