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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
MDC,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.