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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.