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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.