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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.