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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Fear to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.