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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.