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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.