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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.