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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.