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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.