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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
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.