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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.