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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.