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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.