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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.