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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.