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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.