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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.