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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Section 25,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.