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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Slave,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.