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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.