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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Television,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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.