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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Swans,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
MC5,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.