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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.