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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Liliput,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.