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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
CMW,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.