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 Spain 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.