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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Crime,
June Days,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Brick,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.