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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.