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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.