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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.