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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.