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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.