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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.