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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.