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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.