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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.