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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Wings,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.