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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Visage,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.