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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.