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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.