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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.