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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.