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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.