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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
DNA,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.