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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Organ,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.