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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.