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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.