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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.