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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.