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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.