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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.