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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.