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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
10cc,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.