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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.