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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.