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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.