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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.