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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.