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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.