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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.