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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.