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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.