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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Technova,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.