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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.