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 Denmark 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.