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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Names to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.