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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.