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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.