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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.