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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.