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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.