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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.