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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Move,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Fall,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.