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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Associates,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.