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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Magma,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.