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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.