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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.