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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.