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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.