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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
CMW,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.