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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.