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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.