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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.