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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
AZ,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Japan,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.