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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.