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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.