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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.