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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.