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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
World's Most,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Slits,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.