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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.