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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.