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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.