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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.