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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.