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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.