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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.