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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
The Saints,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.