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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.