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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.