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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.