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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.