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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.