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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.