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 Malta 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.