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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.