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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.