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 Sudan and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.