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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.