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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.