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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.