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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.