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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.