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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.