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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.