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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.