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 North and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.