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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.