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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.