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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Urselle,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.