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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Brick,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Japan,
John Holt,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.