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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.