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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.