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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warsaw 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.