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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Quantec,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.