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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.