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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
AZ,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.