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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.