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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.