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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.