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 Belarus and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.