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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.