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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.