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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.