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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Index,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.