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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.