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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.