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 Antigua and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.