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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.