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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.