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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.