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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.