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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
PIL,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.