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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.