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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
the Human League,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.