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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.