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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.