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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
New Order,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.