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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
the Germs,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.