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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.