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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.