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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
DNA,
The Move,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.