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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.