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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.