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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Gong,
Brick,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.