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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Slave,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.