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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.