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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.