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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.