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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Move,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.