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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.