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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.