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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Television,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.