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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.