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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 In Retrospect 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.