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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.