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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.