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 Niger and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.