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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Scion,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.