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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Can,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.