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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.