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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Clear Light 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.