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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.