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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.