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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.