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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.