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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.