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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.