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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Smog to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.