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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.