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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.