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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.