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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.