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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.