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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.