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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.