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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.