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 San Marino and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Japan,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.