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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.