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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.