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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.