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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.