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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.