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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.