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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.