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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.