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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.