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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.