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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.