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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.