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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Jandek,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.