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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.