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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.