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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.