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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Magma,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.