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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.