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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.