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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.