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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.