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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.