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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.