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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.