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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.