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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.