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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.