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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.