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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.