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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.