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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.