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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Organ,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.