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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.