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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.