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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Can,
Motorama,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.