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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Can,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.