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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.