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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.