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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Brick,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.