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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.