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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.