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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.