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 Greece 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.