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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Crime,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.