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 India and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.