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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
MDC,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.