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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.