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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.