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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Litter to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.