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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.