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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Gories to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.