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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.