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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.