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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.