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 New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.