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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.