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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.