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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.