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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.