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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.