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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.