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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.