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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.