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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.