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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.