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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.