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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.