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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.