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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.