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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.