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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.