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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.