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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.