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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.