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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.