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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.