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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.