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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.