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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Index,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Smog,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.