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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Whodini,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.