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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.