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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Index,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.