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 Zimbabwe 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.