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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.