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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.