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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.