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 Korea South and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.