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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.