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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.