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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.