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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.