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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.