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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Pole,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.