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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
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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.