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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Grass Roots to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.