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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.