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 Tunisia and from London.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.