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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Television,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.