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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.