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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.