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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.