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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Swans,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.