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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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 Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.