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 Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.