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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.