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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.