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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.