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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.