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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.