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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.