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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.