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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.