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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.