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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.