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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.