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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Can,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Technova,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.