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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.