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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.