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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.