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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Ludus,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.