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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.