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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 John Foxx 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.