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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.