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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.