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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
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.