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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.