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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Can,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.