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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.