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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.