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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.