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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.