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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.