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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.