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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.