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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.