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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.