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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.