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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.