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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.