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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.