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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.