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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Japan,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.