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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.