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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.