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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.