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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
AZ,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.