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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
The Move,
Cymande,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.