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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.