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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.