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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.