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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.