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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.