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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.