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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.