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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.