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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.