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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.