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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.