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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.