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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.