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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.