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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.