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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.