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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.