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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.