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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.