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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Move,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.