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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Duran Duran 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Monks,
ABC,
Faust,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.