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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.