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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.