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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.