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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.