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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.