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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.