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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.