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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Beau Brummels 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.