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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.