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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.