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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.