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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.