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 Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
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.