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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.