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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Index,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.