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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.