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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
UT,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.