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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.