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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.