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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.