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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.