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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.