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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.