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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.