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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.