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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.