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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.