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 Turkmenistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.