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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 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 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.