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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.